I was just frozen in shock when he told me that. How the hell did he know everything about me...and Jake for that matter. We've only known each other for a couple of days.
"What do you want?" I asked. He stepped closer to me and used his face to caress mine. I turn my head to try and avoid him.
"You." He whispered. I close my eyes and began to tremble.
"Aww...its ok. Shhh." He said, caressing my face once more, but this time with his hand. I began to breathe heavily and look at him.
My eyes were more adjusted to the the dark, but I still couldn't make out who it was. He trailed his hand down my neck and chest, resting it on my hip. He began to kiss my neck. I started crying and wanted to scream for help. I try to push him away, with no luck.
"I thought we had an agreement? You don't scream, run, or resist me." I could see the evilness in his eyes as he stared at me.
"You don't have to do this, please." I say, pleasing and crying.
"Actually I do. You see, I have needs and fantasies I need to for fill. And I would like to do them before I die."
Great. My worst nightmare just became a reality. I thought.
"You have a long life to for fill your needs, ok. Please, Let me go and I promise I won't say anything. I can't even see you, so all you have to do is run away and I will forget about all of this. I swear." I plead.
"NO! You see, you already forgot. I. MAKE. THE. RULES." He said pressing the gun into my head harder, "plus, no, I will not have a long life."
"Why?"
"I'm a sick person. And sick people do sick things. And once they do sick things, they go to prison, or end up dead. And I am NOT going to prison." He said, gritting his teeth. I wanted to keep the conversation going, so he wouldn't be so focused on whatever he had in mind.
"What's wrong with prison?" I ask calmly, trying to keep him calm.
"I've heard to many stories about what happens to people like me in there. I'm not going down like that."
"What makes you a sick person? What have you done?"
"Oh, how interesting. You want details. That's fine. I wouldn't want you to get the wrong impression. You see, I've done things that I'm not proud of right? Just like you have. Nobody is perfect."
He stepped closer to me as he whispered it, "But the things that innocent people like you would be guilty of, I find pleasure in. I know your still wondering, right. Murderer, Robber, ...Rapist." He stopped after that and just stared at me. Tears began to roll down my face as I invision 1,000 different scenarios in my head. What was he planning?
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Mystery / Thriller(Completed) Jessica is new in town and she didn't expect her welcome to go this way. She met a set of twins, whom she finds very attractive. However, their intentions towards her are very different from each other. Will she be able to tell them apar...
